siete tinajas is the name of the waterfall i was at today. not incredible like the last one, but really fun. its a place where the falling water has formed the rock into seven miniature bathtubs (little
pools), hence the name. it was raining so everything was slippery, but we climbed to the top of the waterfall anyway, which meant a lot of slipping and mud and grabbing hold of vines. some of the vines had spines and i regretted the instinct to grab hold. once we got to the top we hiked up the stream a bit, which was hard with my bag and camera and boots slung over my shoulder. there were flowers and palm trees and it looked like someone had landscaped it but im sure they hadnt. im making this assumption based on the fact that the proprietor was up a tree cutting down a branch using a machete which implies to me a lack of time to plant impatiens.
the fun part was the rope they had slung down the rocky part of the fall- you could climb up and down and swing around like tarzan. cam and i were sitting near the top and though we were the only people there for a while we watched an older couple approach the bottom part and back off when they realized theyd have to get their shoes wet. i said "and i thought i was a wuss" and cam laughed at me and said "youre not a wuss". sweet. im not a wuss.
okay enough about mountains. more commentary. what the fuck is up with all the fried food here? today i saw someone deep fry a hot dog. yes, a hot dog. and you know what food is the most common? fried chicken with a side of fries. dudes, so far mexico has peru seriously beat on decent street food. also, i think i see now why mexicans have such a reputation for vulgarity. peruvians dont seem to have quite the same grasp on the word chingar. de veras. no stoy chingando, guey. also amusing, people cant seem to place my accent in spanish. today a guy thought i was from argentina, someone else thought i was from brazil. nope, its just a fucked up american accent.
tomorrow morning im going back to cusco to rest up for the trail and buy more good socks.
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We are now in New Orleans with Blanca + Rodolfo. Hotel is an old firehouse from the 1890s; so charming! Speaking of street food, at the zoo yesterday I had a soft shell crab po boy. Yes, the crab was deep fried, and they put mayo on it; but I managed to eat only the crab minus the boy. We then took a boat ride back to downtown on the Mississipi! It's great to see the big river, although we didn't hike and we didn't swim, and it was a little easier to get here. They have post-Katrina tours! Lots of them! "See the devastation! Only $42.00" --sleek brochures right next to the ones about swamp and cemetery tours. I guess they have to find ways to make money. Tourism is back, but not as it was before Katrina. Love your writing... Thanks for taking us with you and make our imagination fly.
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